54: Chapter 54 "Want to save him? Kneel down and talk."

Returning to ten minutes ago.

Outside the courtyard gate, next to that white Honda Accord.

A fiery red Ferrari LaFerrari screeched to a halt with a roaring engine.

A business van followed closely behind.

The car door popped open.

Jiang Xiaowan stepped out in her high heels, looking hurried.

Zhou Zihao, standing by the Accord, cursed first, then his eyes lit up.

Although he was only a middle manager, he had seen this eldest princess of the Jiang Family's top conglomerate from afar at a cocktail party.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Zhou Zihao quickly adjusted his tie, plastered on a smile, and hurried over to greet her.

He had already thought of his opening line.

He would first announce the name of Hengsheng, then casually mention that he had dined with a certain vice president.

With a woman of this caliber, if she just gave him a glance, his life could be set on a new path.

"Ms. Jiang! I am from Hengsheng..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Two tower-like bodyguards in black stepped out.

One of them kicked Zhou Zihao's knee with extreme precision.

The other pressed a hand on the back of Zhou Zihao's head and forced it downward.

Bang!

Zhou Zihao's face slammed solidly onto the scorching hood of the Accord.

His gold-rimmed glasses shattered, and the deformed metal frame sliced a bloody gash near his eye.

"Ahhh! It's broken! Let go!"

Zhou Zihao let out a shrill scream.

Jiang Xiaowan didn't even turn to look at him.

Recently, there was news everywhere in Jiang City about people biting others like they had "rabies," so her security level had been raised to the maximum.

Any stranger who approached without permission would face the same fate.

She walked straight through the gate toward the villa in her high heels.

Second-floor study.

Xia Qingqiu's face turned deathly pale.

She gripped the floor-to-ceiling glass window with both hands, watching her boyfriend struggling in pain outside.

"Mr. Lin!"

Xia Qingqiu turned around to look at Lin Yuan, who was sitting on the sofa, her voice trembling,

"He is just an ordinary person, he has no malicious intent! Can you let that person release him?"

"I only do business here."

Lin Yuan was already sitting on the sofa to the side, leaning back, his tone casual,

"Want to save him? Be Mo Tong's full-time tutor here for two months. Room and board included."

Xia Qingqiu was stunned.

Two months? Living here?

She felt that this upstart in front of her was an unreasonable madman, completely lusting after her body.

"You are illegally restricting personal freedom!"

Xia Qingqiu gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently.

Lin Yuan glanced at his phone.

"At the force they are using, in another ten seconds, that arm will be ruined."

Outside the window, the bodyguards had already begun to apply pressure.

Zhou Zihao's screams pierced through the glass, becoming distorted.

Xia Qingqiu's lips were trembling.

She knew full well that the man in front of her was taking advantage of the situation.

But outside, Zhou Zihao's screams became shriller with each passing moment.

She had been taught since childhood not to stand by and watch someone die.

But now, she realized that her kindness was being tagged with a price.

She stared at Lin Yuan's expressionless face.

"Fine! I agree!"

[Ding! Target Xia Qingqiu (Beauty 89), Favorability -2%, Current Favorability -5%.]

Lin Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids: "Deal." Then he dialed Jiang Xiaowan's phone number.

"Tell the dogs at your gate to let go."

First-floor living room.

Jiang Xiaowan pushed the door open and entered.

The first thing she saw was Su Muxue on the sofa, flipping through a medical journal, completely unresponsive to her arrival.

Then there was Qin Yumo, who had just finished training and was wiping sweat with a towel.

From the kitchen, Wang Ya walked out with a plate of sliced fruit, and upon seeing Jiang Xiaowan, she bowed slightly.

Plus Su Xiaonuan.

Jiang Xiaowan's mouth twitched.

A, B, C, D, they were all here.

Was this bastard planning to start a harem and select concubines here?

Tang Qiqi huddled next to Qin Yumo, tugged at her hem, and lowered her voice: "Sister Yumo, this long-legged sister is so fierce... Who is she?"

Her voice was soft and timid, and with that innocent face, she was completely different from the crazy person who stole clothes yesterday.

A vein popped on Qin Yumo's forehead, and she quickly reached out to cover her mouth.

Su Xiaonuan held a tablet, her voice very soft: "Ms. Jiang, Mr. Lin is waiting for you on the second floor. Please don't linger in the living room; Sister Wang Ya just disinfected the floor."

Jiang Xiaowan had no time to pay attention.

She ignored everyone, clicked her high heels, hurried up to the second floor, and almost collided with Xia Qingqiu, who was rushing downstairs.

Outside the main gate.

Xia Qingqiu ran out, shoved away the bodyguard who had just let go, and helped up the limp Zhou Zihao from the ground.

"Zihao! Are you okay?" Xia Qingqiu pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood from the corner of his eye with heartache.

Zhou Zihao pushed her hand away, his face twisted with pain and humiliation.

"Did you provoke some big shot in there?!"

Zhou Zihao roared in a low voice,

"Why did they start attacking as soon as they came up?!"

Xia Qingqiu stumbled from the push.

She had been clutching the tissue she used to wipe Zhou Zihao's blood.

After hearing this, her fingertips loosened bit by bit.

The blood-stained tissue fell to the ground and was soaked by the rain.

"That was Jiang Xiaowan! The successor of the Jiang Family conglomerate!" Zhou Zihao breathed rapidly,

"Qingqiu, you must go back in! Go and listen to what they are talking about! For someone of her level, just a bit of information leaking through her fingers would be enough for me to save ten years of hard work!"

Xia Qingqiu stared blankly at the man in front of her.

She opened her mouth to say something, but swallowed it back.

Was this still the Senior Zhou who spoke spiritedly about social ideals on the university podium?

"He... the student's parent asked me to move in to be a full-time tutor." Xia Qingqiu's voice was dry.

"A tutor? And you can live here?" Zhou Zihao's eyes widened even further, "That's great! You must find a way to strike up a conversation with Ms. Jiang, do you hear me!"

He even forgot to wipe the blood off his face.

"Didn't you always say you wanted to be a valuable person? Now the opportunity is here, don't be pretentious."

Xia Qingqiu stared at his face, which was flushed with excitement.

After a long while, she pushed up her crooked black-rimmed glasses with her middle finger and turned to walk toward the car.

Second-floor study.

Jiang Xiaowan told Lin Motong to go out.

Lin Motong ignored her, instead looking at Lin Yuan. After seeing Lin Yuan nod, she silently retreated and closed the door tightly.

"Where on earth did you get this information?"

Jiang Xiaowan stared at Lin Yuan, her voice low,

"For the past few days, I followed you and went long on the medical sector, earning 300 million. But now, this money can't be spent."

She braced her hands on the desk, even though a large expanse of white skin on her chest was exposed to Lin Yuan.

"Major hospitals in Jiang City are already overcrowded, all with patients who have been bitten. Those so-called experts are completely helpless."

Jiang Xiaowan raised a hand to rub her temples.

"An hour ago, the official high-level authorities held a meeting and drafted plans to initiate city-wide 'home quarantine' within three days. Supplies across Jiang City are being snatched up like crazy."

Lin Yuan leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tapping gently on the table.

Everything was proceeding according to the trajectory of his past life.

"I remember you stockpiled quite a lot of supplies before, sell me some." Jiang Xiaowan said, "Name your price."

Although she was arrogant, the strangeness of the situation made her sense danger. At this time, holding grain in hand was ten thousand times more useful than holding gold.

Lin Yuan stopped his fingers from tapping the table.

"I don't need money." Lin Yuan looked at her.

Jiang Xiaowan frowned: "Then what do you want?"

"I want the independent military communication network controlled by the Jiang Family."

Lin Yuan's tone was flat, but it was like dropping a bomb.

Jiang Xiaowan took a quick step back.

"Who the hell told you?!"

That was the Jiang Family's deepest trump card.

Jiang Xiaowan's father, General Manager Jiang Xiong, had participated in an extremely secret military outsourcing project in his early years, and therefore retained access to an independent satellite communication system that was not interfered with by civilian base stations.

This matter, no more than three people in the entire Jiang City knew about it!

Lin Yuan did not answer.

In his mind, the massive "Lion Shelter" in Zhe City, next to Jiang City, flashed by from his past life.

"You can call your father and ask. But there isn't much time left."

Lin Yuan stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and turned his back to her.

Outside the window, the acid rain was falling harder and harder.

The taillights of that white Accord flashed twice and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Lin Yuan picked up the walkie-talkie on the windowsill.

"Lu Yan."

A low response came from the walkie-talkie: "Boss."

"Have Shadow follow that white Accord."

A two-second pause.

"I want her to crawl back on her knees and beg."